"Quanta...like spit in the dust of a baseball field" - Cody

November 02, 2003

Commence City Life

Halloween 2003, 6:00 pm. Jay gets the keys to his new home in the Duboce Triangle neighborhood of San Francisco, California. We spend the evening taking measurements of every room. Well, I take the measurements and Jay plots every line of the floor plan using AutoCAD. We now have a digital representation of every wall in the house.

The house is empty but it is still amazingly cute. Pastel paint, wainscoting, crown molding, a gigantic antique decorational fireplace, a clawfoot tub, and a shower curtain that is held up by little metal stars. We have been fooling ourselves by asking, "What style should we decorate in?" As if we had a choice! There is no choosing! The style shall be cute! And no uncuteness will be accepted. I'm afraid that if we choose a sofa that doesn't meet the required cute standard, the other furniture will rise up in revolt a la Beauty and the Beast, and evict us from our new home.

Speaking of sofas that don't meet the cute standard, Jay and I took the horrid flower couch to the dump yesterday. It's nice that the couch was so light, because we were able to hurl it with enough force to make it spin in midair. My only regret is not burning it in the middle of the street as a dramatic farewell to Berkeley. But I think that would upset that particular tribe of Norcalians nerves. Regardless, I am so glad to be rid of that couch!

Other pre-move activities taking place this weekend: abandoning old broken futon frames and tired futon mattresses; buying new futon mattress w/ up-to-cute standard futon cover; pillows pillows sheets sheets down cuteness comforter; packing more boxes always more boxes; and laundry laundry laundry is our new cute place!

For those who want to see the Fennellisco manor, please stop by today from 2-4 pm. Give Jay a call on his cell to warn us. We may be out exploring the neighborhood.

Posted by cbsisco at November 2, 2003 09:54 AM
Comments

I really loved that flower couch... And why are you such a Berkeley-hata all of a sudden?!?

Posted by: robyn at November 2, 2003 10:36 AM

Cody, so sorry we missed your open house today, we (most of the duboce triangle crew) were working on a musical. I'll come by another time though.

Posted by: gene at November 2, 2003 09:38 PM

Robyn, no kidding? You liked that couch? I think I did at first. But the couch, much like Berkeley, wore on me after a while. I began to resent its fundamentalist leftist pastel flowers and its thrift store and faded ideologies. Berkeley's traffic calmers aggravated me and the couch's lived in feel felt like a rut I was stuck in.

Gene, no worries. Plenty of time to kick it once the move actually occurs, which will happen this Saturday. I could probably shout from my backyard and you housemates would hear it. Or I could just walk the 150 ft. and knock on the front door.

Calling all neighbors! The countdown to housewarming begins...NOW!

Posted by: cody at November 3, 2003 08:35 PM

ya-hey, i'm counting. lemme know if you all want some housewarming food...

Posted by: kt at November 11, 2003 02:22 PM

I really did love that couch. I suppose it reminded me of the times when I actually thought you and I would be able to live together someday. But we are both oh-so-domesticated now, I doubt we will ever cohabitate. Unless that commune dream comes true...

Posted by: robyn at November 18, 2003 11:36 PM

i think we should all live together when we're old. i mean really old, cranky-great-grandfather old. when nobody else can put up with our crap, we'll just rent some cute nurses (male and female) and take off to the countryside somewhere, with cards, an old Trivial set, and a case of Sierra Nevada.

and some fresh cilantro.

Posted by: kt at November 19, 2003 08:57 PM
Cementhorizon